a tree of might and forgotten power
wilted by its longing anger
i sit and stare, at the darkened care
of the broken twigs of cursed despair
black is its trunk for its never being fed
never to fall.. yet already dead
never to blossom, killing all colour
not even one leaf.. let alone a flower

twisted branches of hate and loss
built up from years of abuse of trust
yet still standing tall
head up high
loving, yet swallowing the bright adoring sky
mounted on a hill of timeless age
roots grow deep of a peaceful sage
seeing all and knowing.. although never growing
for the beast once stood still
so green and brown
but now its faded
and broken down

blessed with cracks and hollow holes
accepting all hate, fear and woes
its alone on this hill, all the trees turn away
from a savage, once sacred tree gone astray
these trees are all green, so colourful and pure
the gentle breeze accepting their peaceful lure
though the air is smothered by the huge giant
killing all life, aggressive and defiant
standing on guard, still it stands tall
not caring for life, not caring at all
though not giving up
it just stands and it waits
for its roots to give in and crumble away

the sun erupts and avoids its touch
every last drop is crushed by death's clutch
doomed to be hated
doomed to be feared
i stare
because its wonder has my eyes adhered
i long to swing on its dying branches
i long to peel the black burnt bark
for i am the same as this still demon
for it, and i know, im just as dark
 
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